Legally Mrs. Handriyanto

Two of my best friends were getting married this month. And as I stated earlier, I couldn’t be happier. The girl getting married had been a friend for longer than I could remember.

So, witnessing the whole part of the wedding last week, I started to reminisce.

Little girls imagined their perfect wedding scenarios even before they learned how to brush their teeth properly. Some would love to wear gowns heavier than their own weight with tiaras and such, while some dreamed of singing Broadway musical duet up on the stage with their soulmate. It’s kind of written in their DNA.

Well, not all dreamed of heels in early childhood.

Boys? They were much simpler.

The Princess Equation:

Prince + Sword + White Horse > Dragons + Witches + Impossible Tasks

But then, along the way, as I always said, life happened. And many of those little girls (and boys) chose to settle without all those scenarios and tiaras and dragons and what-not. It’s not always settling for less, just settling for something different.

Don’t get me wrong. Settling was good. More often than not, settling was the better way out. Sometimes, even, settling was the only way out. I respected all of you who settled. It took more than courage to do that.

Settled?

But, some refused to settle. And of my good friend, this I could say. She didn’t settle. I knew that, more times than she told me, she was tempted. And honestly, for her happiness, I thought (and kind of hoped) that she would. Lucky for me, I wouldn’t be writing this if she did.

Last Saturday, she had it all. The prince arrived. And while there were no witches or dragons (well, actually, they were kind of there but nevermind), the prince did fought the modern personification of the impossible tasks. Most memorable for me was drinking something that would not pass even the Fear Factor. He could avoid it and still not lose his dignity. It was only a prank the bridesmaids pulled. But he finished it anyway. In the name of love, or so they joked.

The Prince, The Horse, and The Sword (in no particular order)

But that feat was not the end.

Later that night, the newlyweds performed the Broadway musical duet. That’s when the rest of the world knew for sure that the groom was the real deal. His hands were shaking, the sound system went bad, the band even hit the wrong chord, but he stood there trying to look confident fulfilling the childhood dream of his wife.

And I guess, that’s what you get for not settling.

Happy Wedding! We love you.

PS: I put the name of the groom as the title out of respect. You hit the jackpot, Brother. Enjoy the rest of your life.